~Dee's POV~

I turn around to see a woman, who has blunt cut black hair that falls to her shoulders, with thick bangs that partly obscure her brilliant blue eyes. She wears a long beige coat over a white blouse and black pencil skirt. I peg her at around 5'11", but with her three inch pumps on she's almost an inch taller than me, which never happens to me, being 6' myself. Sam's the only one taller than me, and we don't talk about that.

"Don't worry about the vengeful spirit, he won't be bothering you. We have more pressing issues to deal with."

She has one and over Sam's shoulder, her long fingers with perfectly manicured nails rest gently on Sam's bare skin. Sam looks terrified, but the look on this woman's face doesn't seem threatening.

"H-how did you get in here?"

She shrugs, "I flew in."

"Come again?"

She rolls her eyes impatiently, "Deanna Winchester, my name is Cassiel, I'm an angel. We have work to do."

"Listen, Cass is it? Let my sister go, and leave us alone."

"It's Cassiel. And Samantha is free to go," she says, removing her hand from Sam's shoulder, "Meet me outside, we need to talk in private."

The lights overhead flickered wildly. Cass' wings fluttered, a shadowy black silhouette on the concrete wall. I noticed there was a trickle of blood running down her face from her hairline, but she seemed indifferent to it. And just like that she vanished. The lights stopped flickering, and the room became eerily silent.

"Ok, we should go," I said, glancing around at all the party goers who were now slack jawed and staring at Sam and I.

"Agreed," Sam said, breathing heavily.

We made our way outside and started walking toward where the Impala was parked. While walking I listened to the voicemail on my phone from Paul. The message was garbled, and there was a lot of yelling, but the gist of it was "she's here, Deanna, you guys have to… help!"

"So what did she say she was? An angel?" Sam had kicked off her heels and was walking barefoot next to me.

"Yeah, something like that. Said her name was Cassiel."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Well, angels aren't real as far as we know, so maybe we misheard."

I had to think Sam was right, but part of me wanted to believe there was such a thing as a real live angel. We'd been fighting demons for so long, something white and fluffy would be welcomed.

Sam pulled out her phone and started typing furiously, "Says here Cassiel is one of the seven archangels, and the angel of Saturn."

"Hello, Deanna, Samantha," said in an airy voice.

We stopped walking and turned to look behind us. I couldn't help but think Cass looked like a disgruntled business woman, not an angel.

"So you say you're an archangel, how are we supposed to believe that?" Sam asked.

She tilted her head like a confused puppy, "My name is Cassiel, and again, yes, I'm an angel. I'm so sorry these are the circumstances we are first meeting on. Please, allow me to apologize for the harm I caused your friend Paul. He was not meant to see my true form."

"What do you mean 'harm you caused Paul'?"

"The demons were coming for him, he made a deal with them, and his time to repay his debt was upon him. I needed to speak with him prior to this, and, in an attempt to ward off the demons a bit longer, I cast off my human form. My true form is... well, it emits a light that is, sadly, very deadly to humans. Paul didn't heed my warning to cover his eyes, and thus-"

"You killed Paul?!" Well that explained his harrowing voicemail...

"Well when you phrase it that way, it sounds a bit harsh. It's not my fault his eyes melted in his skull. Anyway, as I was saying, I acquired this form so we could meet safely."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're most welcome. Now, it has been brought to my attention that you two are key players in the war here on Earth against the demons. You should be able to keep them from freeing Lucifer. You must understand, it's my only intention to look after you. Deanna, Samantha, I mean no harm to either of you. Nor did I mean to harm Paul."

"So, what do you mean you acquired this form?" Sam asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"Well, this is the body of Jane Novak," Cass said matter-of-factly, "She was an appropriate host for me to enter."

"You can't just take over people's bodies without their consent!"

Cas shrugged, "When it's a matter of life or death, I don't think there is time for consent."

Sam groaned deeply and palmed her face, "This is just ludacris. Dee, let's go, please? Our work here is done, I'd like to go back to the motel, change, and sleep. I didn't go into this night planning on having the whole "apocalypse now" conversation."

"Yeah, ok Sammy, we'll go," I looked over at Cass, "Can we talk about this tomorrow, we've had a long day."

Cass sighed, unamused, "If you insist."

And then, with a soft flutter and a breeze, she was gone.

"Jesus Christ," Sam groaned again.

"What a bitch," I sighed. It seemed angels weren't going to be any better than demons…